[Lacie flashes a grin over her shoulder at him, and it's only a little sharp, anymore. They've been reunited long enough, by now, that she's worked her way through a generous chunk of the buried anger she'd harbored over their situations in the old life.]

It's probably for the best. I don't think I ever would've gotten used to calling you Glen. Oswald suits you better, anyway.

[A particularly stubborn young dandy lets out an undignified squawk, as she delivers a bruising blow via her elbow to his ribs.]

Just do it! Seems to be the only thing they respond to!

[Riot?]